Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 332

"A shower?"

Lyman quickly looked at Effie, eager to please. "Can you smell it? I used the lemongrass body wash you bought me."

Instead of looking happier, Effie's frown only deepened when Lyman admitted he'd just showered.

She fixed her gaze on him. "Let me ask you, why did you need a shower?"

Lyman froze, thrown off by her sudden change in mood. Why was she upset now?

He tried to soften her up with a playful tone. "Honey, of course I showered for you. Luther told me you might be stopping by, so I didn't want you catching a whiff of sweat."

"Just sweat?" Effie pressed, her eyes narrowing. "Or were you trying to wash off something else? And why was Isabel the one who answered your phone?"

Lyman stared, completely lost. "Wait, what? Isabel? Who's Isabel? She was here? Why didn't I know?"

"The AC was acting up this afternoon," he explained, "and I got caught up with work. By the time I noticed, I'd already broken a sweat. When I realized you were coming, I hopped in the shower so you wouldn't have to deal with the smell."

to waver, if only

swear!" Lyman said, holding up a

Isabel. Why was she in your

utterly confused. "I honestly

remembering that while he was in the shower,

he'd locked it from the inside so nobody

calling me-why isn't there any record on my phone?" Lyman pulled out

Her call log showed the

was all Lyman needed to see. The pieces fell

narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing across

"Luther, come in here."

moment later, carrying a takeout

Lyman instructed, "if anyone sees Isabel, stop her at

was that. Isabel wouldn't just be barred from Lyman's office-she wouldn't even make it through the building's

for his part, thought this was a good idea. Isabel really

Mr. Etheridge.